Free Seduced By The Son Of A Succubus (m/m paranormal) by Violet Jessamy Page A

drinks, Milo found a wall to lean against. He pressed his palms to the cool surface, closed his eyes and tried to calm down.
    He had only been six years old, but he remembered the scene in details when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen had stood in the kitchen, offering his father some sort of deal. It had been before the H.O.S.T. had established any sort of control over the local demon population. He hadn’t understood the details of it all, and he hadn’t understood his dad’s suddenly rigid posture, terseness of speech and the way his nails kept digging into the flesh of his palms. Milo had been too young for a succubus to have any sort of effect on him.
    And that, probably, had been the reason why his father had felt it acceptable to leave him with the young boy the lady had brought with her.
    “We’ll be off to headquarters,” he had said, kneeling before Milo. “The H.O.S.T. needs whatever help they can get these days. You two just stay put. You’ll be safe here.”
    Milo had inspected the other little boy from head to toe, skeptically. Even back then, at such a young age, Rogue had been beautiful. In fact, the image of the boy with the haunting eyes and porcelain face was one he had never quite managed to dismiss.
    “What is he?” he had demanded to know, the routine of his father’s work already coloring his thinking. “A vampire? Does he have much power? Will he try to hurt me?”
    “No, he won’t,” his dad had assured him. “He isn’t a vampire, no, and he is far too young to have any power. To be honest with you, I don’t really know what he is.”
    His father had frowned then, and risked a glimpse in the direction of the kitchen.
    “His mother won’t tell me much. I don’t know who his father is, and I’ve never heard of a pregnant suc-“
    He had caught himself then, blinked, and wiped at his face, where small pearls of sweat were beginning to show.
    “Anyway. You two can be friends.”
    What am I supposed to do with him, dad?”
    “Show him your racing cars,” his dad had suggested. “Everybody likes racing cars.”
    That had marked the first, but by no means the only time the succubus had worked with Milo’s father and the rest of the demon hunters. Milo and Rogue had become well-acquainted and gotten along well, even though the other boy was strange.
    Rogue’s eyes would darken from pale grey to pitch black whenever he was feeling strong emotion. He didn’t know the names of any action figures Milo owned. He hated cocoa and would only drink black coffee, and once, he sliced one of Milo’s metal toy cars open with his fingernails just to see what was inside. But what baffled Milo the most was that the other boy didn’t even seem to be aware he was different.
    “What’s H.O.S.T. stand for?” Rogue had demanded to know when they had been nine.
    “Human-Outsider Security Taskforce,” Milo had rattled off.
    “What’s an outsider?”
    “It’s a new word for demon.”
    “What’s a demon?”
    “You are.”
    “Am not,” Rogue had protested.
    “Are too!”
    “Am not !”
    Milo had backed off when Rogue’s eyes had gone dark and he had looked to be near crying. He had not brought it up again.
    “Drink up!”
    Thomas’ voice forced Milo back to reality. Reflexively, his fingers closed around the tall neon green glass his friend was holding out. He didn’t even try to figure out what it was before downing the liquid. It burned all the way down his throat.
    “Holy shit,” Thomas yelled next to him, and pointed. “Are you seeing this?”
    Milo looked up above the crowd, where a girl that looked to be barely legal was dancing on a pedestal. Milo understood right away why she had captured his friend’s attention. Her body was utterly perfect. She had curves in all the right places, and lustrous, smooth skin that begged to be touched. Long golden hair whipped through the air with every beat.
    Milo forced himself to look past it all. His father had taught him to